it's only a little mess, and I knew it would be,
because, we, Mr. Honey and I, live in
an old house.
When we first bought it, I ripped the kitchen walls
off...plaster and lathe, and insulated.
Now it's been awhile, but I remember the two by fours had
horizontal 2x4s staggered up between the beam, (back then,... I was told,
fire wall safety.)
Well, now that Mr. Honey,
decided to install a light fixture to light up the steps outside,
(which we needed), all hell broke loose.
An Electrician by trade, (oh yes, Union labor) and he knows what he's doing,
he casually asks, "do you remember where the cross beams are?"
Well hell, Richard, that's been what? 15 years?
I know what the drill is when an electrician has to run cable.
He complicates things by trying to find the beams.
Just cut a hole in the wall and look!
Really what's the big deal, you know your grunt worker will
follow behind and do the clean up!
(that would be me)!
And since I don't mind patching drywall, (to me it's like icing a cake or sculpting!)
I have to tell him to go ahead, like he needs my permission, he was going to
do it anyway!
Hole # 5, you don't see the ones
at the floor!
(not counting the little holes from poking the
awl into the wall at various points)!
really, this stuff doesn't bother me,
I live with the Electrician!
And honestly, I'd rather keep him off a ladder,
because he moans and groans so much afterwards.
Oh, okay, about the Wine?
It was greatly appreciated.